Tending

You slipped around the Tree root

Gore upon Your belly

Undulating waves of human refuse

Rot

 

You kindled a fire in your throat

Crisped the edges

Snapped off the necrosis

Like a grilled carrot

 

Your shit is sweet soil

Decomposed pieces of the vilest souls

Renewing the ground of Yggdrasil

Filtering the aquifers of the Nine Worlds

 

Ratatoskr climbs into your lair

Bright eyes and open mouth

Eagle speaks through Him and stings you

Pricking Your pride

 

You send back a message

The ungrateful shit

The Tree He roosts in lives

By Your tireless tending

Odin Project: Day 25

Blistered and burnt | becomes the tender

who sits too near the fire,

Like a speaker who gives | no space for breath

all is gasping for air

 

Patience and care, | more precious than gold

in raising of one’s own kin;

Oft is the test | put to the sword

to see if its edge is yet sharp